Johnny's At The Beach

03/18/2026

🍀🌊 From all of us at Johnny’s At The Beach, we’re wishing you a happy, silly, and fun-filled Saint Patrick’s Day! May your day be full of laughs, lucky moments, and maybe even a little mischief! ☘️✨

02/20/2026

Just a quick day trip from our park. 🌲🌲🌲

SkyTrail is officially OPEN! 💚💛🧡
The upgrades are complete, and we couldn’t be more excited to welcome you back! Thank you for your patience while we worked behind the scenes to make your experience even better.
Come experience Skytrail, soak in the views, and hit the trails with us 🌲✨

02/14/2026

💕 Happy Valentine’s Day from Johnny’s At The Beach! 💕

Love is in the salty air here at Johnny’s At The Beach in beautiful King Salmon 🌊

Whether you’re spending today with your sweetheart, your best friends, or simply soaking in some peaceful coastal time, there’s something special about sharing sunsets, ocean breezes, and quiet moments by the water.

This Valentine’s Day, we’re celebrating all kinds of love — the kind that brings you back to the coast again and again ❤️

02/11/2026

We love our visitors and our visitors love us❤️!
Another 5 Star Review!

Sara ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The staff is so friendly and helpful! Clean park, great location. Close enough to Eureka but far enough to not be in the city. Walking paths, great restaurant in walking distance. Close to the water… Highly recommended for everyone
Service: 5/5Location: 5/5

4.5 ⭐ · RV park in Humboldt County, California

01/02/2026

Happy New Year from all of us at Johnny’s At The Beach! May your year be full of adventure! 🌈🌲🗻🎆🗺️🦅🎣

09/18/2025

Sometimes we just need to relax and enjoy life!

07/23/2025

Another 5-Star Review!
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We were looking for an overnight RV spot near Eureka. We happened to see Johnny's sign, stopped in and asked if they had space for the night. Johnny was wonderful and very welcoming. He shared the history of the property, how his parents developed the marina and the house they built. The office feels like a mini museum, with historical photos of family and the property's evolution. A great location, adjacent to the ocean with a small marina on the property. One of the great joys of travelling in an RV is the people you meet. Johnny is a delightful host and we'll be staying here again.

★★★★★ "We were looking for an overnight RV spot near Eureka. We happened to see Johnny's sign, stopped in and asked if they had space for the night. Johnny was wonderful and very welcoming. He shared the history of the property, how his parents developed the marina and the house they built...

07/04/2025

🇺🇸🎆 Happy 4th of July from Johnny’s at the Beach! 🎆🇺🇸
Wishing everyone a safe and spectacular Independence Day! 🎇🌊🍹

06/29/2025

Are you planning on visiting the Trees of Mystery?

On this day we remember the tales of the mighty Paul Bunyan and his friend the Blue Ox. 💙❤️

03/17/2025

🍀 Happy St. Patrick's Day from all of us at Johnny's At The Beach! 🍀

We're feeling extra lucky to have such wonderful guests! Whether you're chasing rainbows or just enjoying the waves, we hope your day is filled with sunshine, laughter, and maybe a little bit of green! 💚

02/27/2025

Lubber Line
"The jolt ripped through the Sitka, a sickening shudder that sent tools clattering across the deck. 'Cable jumped!' Dad's voice, usually a calm rumble, was sharp, urgent, laced with a barely concealed edge of panic. Red, his face a mask of grim concentration, fought the controls, his muscles straining against the immense force. Olie, braced against the rail, his eyes scanning the churning, black water, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. The cable, the net, threatening to ensnare the prop—all tangled, a nightmarish web of steel and rope, a disaster unfolding in slow motion. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the galley, my sanctuary, a place I knew I shouldn’t be. I was a stowaway, a silent observer, my eyes glued to the chaos unfolding on the deck. I was eleven, small, and frozen with fear. Then, Dad slammed into the galley, his eyes burning into mine. 'You have to be big now,' he rasped, his voice low and hard. He barked, 'Helm, now!' shoving me toward the Sitka's massive helm, a symbol of daunting responsibility. With a quick stroke, he marked thel lubber line on the compass glass, ordering, 'Keep her on that line,' then thrust the Iron Mike's control into my trembling hands. 'Just...' His eyes searched mine, his face a landscape of desperate urgency. 'Just hold her steady.' One final command: 'Radar, lights.' A quick wink, a ghost of a smile, and he was gone, swallowed by the suffocating darkness.Six hours? Me? The Sitka shuddered beneath my hands, a monstrous beast straining to break free. The sea, a hungry predator, lurked just beyond the hull. He trusted me? What if I failed? What if... No. No Time for fear. Only the wavering lubber line, the bow slicing through the black water. The Iron Mike's rhythmic click, a false heartbeat, the deep thrum of the Cummings engine vibrating through my bones, the static-laced squawks of the ship-to-shore, each garbled sound a jolt to my already frayed nerves. The eerie glow of the instruments, red and green, cast a sickly aura on the crushing weight of responsibility. Six hours. Their lives. Mine. Just days ago, I was a kid, watching cartoons. Now, I was steering a ship in the depth of darkness with only instruments that I barely understood to guide me, a burden beyond imagining.
Before this night, before the fear, before the helm, there was the ice. The icehouse, a colossal, frozen cathedral..."